Thomas Alan
The Living Force
I'm not sure why this touches me, but it does. A house plant has died.
When my wife was in high school she planted a number of seeds from an orange in pots. This would have been 1963 or 1964.
Some of them grew and lived awhile. One did very well and became one of her house plants. When I first started going with her in about 1971 the tree was in a medium size pot and about 4 ft tall. I dubbed it "Aurthur" after the potted plant with Aurthur printed on the pot that showed up in Mad Magazine frames during that period.
He/she has been a member of the household ever since. In the summer we would put him out in the gazebo to be in the sun and the rain. He loved it out there. In the fall we brought him in the foliage would be thick and lush.
Last summer when he was out there tree bores found him. When he came in in the fall he had bleeding holes on the trunk. My wife tried to treat them by pushing toothpicks into the holes to kill the bores. This seemed to help for awhile.
It looked like he might survive, but in the last month or so the leaves dropped quickly until now there are none at all.
Aurthur was a part of the household for so long. I guess it is not often houseplant lives nearly half a century. Perhaps his spirit, energized by the love and care he got from us, will be a mighty oak tree in his next life.
Feeling a little sad, and a bit silly for feeling sad over a plant.
Mac
When my wife was in high school she planted a number of seeds from an orange in pots. This would have been 1963 or 1964.
Some of them grew and lived awhile. One did very well and became one of her house plants. When I first started going with her in about 1971 the tree was in a medium size pot and about 4 ft tall. I dubbed it "Aurthur" after the potted plant with Aurthur printed on the pot that showed up in Mad Magazine frames during that period.
He/she has been a member of the household ever since. In the summer we would put him out in the gazebo to be in the sun and the rain. He loved it out there. In the fall we brought him in the foliage would be thick and lush.
Last summer when he was out there tree bores found him. When he came in in the fall he had bleeding holes on the trunk. My wife tried to treat them by pushing toothpicks into the holes to kill the bores. This seemed to help for awhile.
It looked like he might survive, but in the last month or so the leaves dropped quickly until now there are none at all.
Aurthur was a part of the household for so long. I guess it is not often houseplant lives nearly half a century. Perhaps his spirit, energized by the love and care he got from us, will be a mighty oak tree in his next life.
Feeling a little sad, and a bit silly for feeling sad over a plant.
Mac